First Singer: citizens, each day we wake anew
upon Eos´s glimmering dew, this pulsing star
among them all, the most precious one by far;
a gift for us endowed.

The Choir: we´ll forge a piece we´ll make it
strong, we´ll craft it out of solid bronze;
for us a shield to guard the gift, against...
ourselves.

Second Singer: a most pressing need it
is for us, indeed, to set us free our minds
relieve...to caress the lines the contours
sense, unmask the eyes...a most pre-
eminent task.

The Choir: a shield is there for us to mend
its fruits and seeds so gently tend; as if
within a heavy mist there is for us a sense,
a flair, ascending from its very midst,
as if there is for us...a boundless fair.

Third Singer: a place for us to listen,
a place where we might talk, a place
that makes us wonder, then reflect,
so to give ourselves some time...
to ponder.

The Choir: now listen talk then ponder,
let it rest then grow...in a sense of wonder.

The fourth Singer: so let our views go back
and forth, where different resonable
and civilized thoughts is not a threat but a
thrill; an opportunity to weigh and measure
things curious, angles new, exciting glints,
tints, that brightly shines; so fresh and new.

The Choir: yes, forge a shield of solid bronze,
a guard against our faults and wrongs.
Open minds and warmth at hart give steady
hands that seldom fail, and that´s, that´s
when Nike´s wings will fill our sails.

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Note: I republish the poem now in
support of the COP24 meeting in
Katowice, Poland, and its strive to
counter the threats that Global
Warming poses to the World
Community.